22 December 2012

Until Then

Photography ~ Diana Matisz

until you let me ride love
into the ground
until i'm splayed, exhausted,
across your planes
and you tongue the salt
between my breasts
until your fingers
inscribe vowels on my lips
and your lips become catalysts
of pleasure on my nape
until your eyes can see
each ripple of surrender
beneath my conflagrant skin
and every guttural plea
issued from my throat
is honeyed by your name
until then
i am a spirit
without a home
an ache
without a moan

2 comments:

  1. I love Love in what ever form it comes.

    Nice, Diana

    Happy Holidays

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  2. Thank you, once again, for reading me. Happy Holidays to you as well nene x

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